Manhattan, NY
May 18, 2012 1037 hours
“Hey, anything new?” Kowalski asked Skipper as he walked over to him. Skipper was on the سوفی, لٹانا on his laptop.
“Not much, except we seem to be getting a new neighbor. Goes سے طرف کی ‘Elizabeth Shields’. I don’t trust her.”
“Why? آپ haven’t even met her yet.”
“Because…she just moved to Manhattan and the last resident to that apartment moved out yesterday. This morning, here she is.”
“Skipper…you always jump to conclusions. Have آپ ever even heard of this ‘Elizabeth Shields’?”
“No…but…” Skipper went deep in thought.
“But what?”
“It’s just…she just somehow looks familiar…” He had her پروفائل up on the laptop, and was carefully examining her picture.
“You’re just paranoid Skipper.”
“What’s all this then?” Private asked entering the living room.
“Someone’s moving into the vacant apartment اگلے door and Skipper’s paranoid.”
“Oh Skipper’s always paranoid.”
“Hey! I’m right here!”
(Kowalski) “Oh come now Skipper, can’t آپ just give her a chance till آپ get to know her?”
(Private) “Don’t آپ think آپ can be a little too paranoid sometimes Skipper?”
“That’s just what Manfredi and Johnson کہا back in ‘Nam. Who knew آپ could be attacked سے طرف کی Indians in the jungle?”
“Whatever Skipper. But I still think we should give her a chance.” Kowalski کہا turning and going into the kitchen, where Rico was chopping up sushi while practicing his چھری tricks. He tossed one چھری in the air and caught it behind his back while chopping up sushi with his other hand at the same time.
“You know if آپ cut your finger off one of these days don’t come cryin’ to me.” Kowalski told him grabbing a soda from the fridge. Rico gave him a look, then slammed his fist on the side of the cutting board, propelling seven knives into the air. Rico then started juggling them, catching them in front and behind himself, not even looking at his hands. As his finale, he caught six of the knives, three in each hand, and the seventh in his teeth.
“Showoff…” Kowalski muttered leaving the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ sipping the soda.
(Elizabeth’s POV)
I finally arrived at the apartment. I unlocked the door with the key I was دیا at the check-in desk, and brought my suitcases into the large room. I had no idea what was in the suitcases, which worried me. I was told not to open them until I arrived at the apartment. What was worse, I was told someone would be watching me…and I had no idea who یا where he was. I entered a small room and set the suitcases on the bed.
I opened the thinnest one. Inside I found a laptop, some headphones, and my files. In the pocket inside the lid, there was an envelope. I took it and opened it, emptying the contents into my hand. They were pictures. They had the names written on the back. The first one کہا ‘Skipper’. I looked at the اگلے one: ‘Kowalski’. The third: ‘Rico’. And the fourth: ‘Private’. But there was also one more. My دل seemed to stop, my breath catching in my throat…my eyes widening at the sight of my son.
Ryan…he was on the سوفی, لٹانا that I woke up in…but that wasn’t what ticked me off. Hans was sitting اگلے to him, his left arm around him, holding his shoulders. I could see the fear in Ryan’s eyes. Tears welled in my eyes. I looked on the back. It was Ryan’s handwriting. ‘HELP’ was written in capital letters. My hand closed tightly around the photo, balling it up. Anger welled up inside me…like a آتش فشاں about to erupt…no…EXPLODE. If Hans were here right now I don’t know if I’d be able to keep my hands from cutting off his air supply. If it wouldn’t of put Ryan’s life at stake…I would’ve karate chopped his sorry پچھواڑے, گدا halfway to China. If there’s anyone I feel like shoving this dagger into…it’s him. No one touches my son.
I put the تصاویر back into the suitcase and open the case that looks مزید like a duffle bag. Just clothes and an extra pair of shoes. Do I even want to know how he knows what size I wear now? After I put my clothes into drawers, I go out on the terrace for some fresh air. I lean against the railing, putting my face in my hands. I could feel myself on the verge of crying, but I held back. I couldn’t cry here. I had to be strong. If they get the slightest notion that I’m up to something who knows if I’ll ever get the job done. I haven’t even thought about what would happen if they figured me out. I picked my face up and crossed my arms, still leaning against the railing.
What if I fail? What will happen to Ryan? I couldn’t برداشت, ریچھ the thought of losing him. I looked up at the sky. Wherever he is…my only hope is that he’s okay. Unharmed. I felt something then…something I’d never felt before…something deep in my heart. I couldn’t quite describe it. It wasn’t a tight feeling…nor was it a soft یا loose feeling…or empty… I don’t know what I’m feeling right now یا why. All I knew is that whatever I had to do to save my son…I was gonna do it.
I heard something to my left, I turned…and there stood Private in the flesh. He looks a little bit different from his picture…or maybe that’s just me. “Um…I’m sorry to bother you…I’m Private…your neighbor. Is everything alright then? آپ looked kind of deep in thought.” He spoke with a British accent. I haven’t heard an accent like that in eight years. I forced a smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little tired. Long drive here, ya know?” What else was I supposed to say? Hi. I’m Elizabeth Shields. I came all the way here to kill your friend to save my son so I feel a little down. Yeah…that sounds like a good idea.
“Yeah…I’ve had those long drives’ before. So where are آپ from? That is if آپ don’t mind my asking.” He leaned against the railing اگلے to me, looking at me waiting for an answer. I remember the files I looked through on the drive here. “New Jersey. I came looking for work. I just applied at the ڈنر, کھانے downstairs. I figured I could make a few bucks while I’m looking.”
“That’s nice. So what do آپ do?” What is this? Twenty questions? Kids… “I’m an architect.” At least I didn’t have to lie about that. I actually was an architect before…well آپ know.
“Wow! That’s amazing! آپ must get paid an awful lot!”
“Yes, I suppose I do.” I کہا fake smiling. I wasn’t mad at the kid for asking so many questions…he doesn’t know anything about my needing to shove a dagger through his friends’ heart. So it’s not like he knows he’s killing me right now.
“Cool! Well…I don’t want to take up too much of your time. I’d better get back in to my friends. I’ll see آپ around then?” مزید than آپ think if I can get to Kowalski. “Yeah. Sure.” I continued wearing that fake smile till he entered his apartment. I then turned and re-entered mine.
(No one’s POV)
“Hey guys!” Private کہا as he walked happily up to Skipper. “Guess what?”
“I don’t do guessing games.” Skipper کہا nonchalantly.
“Fine. I just met our new neighbor!”
“You did WHAT!?” Skipper exclaimed.
“What? I saw her out on the terrace and went to say hello! There’s nothing wrong with that!”
“Private…you know you’re not supposed to just go talking to complete strangers unsupervised.”
“And what do آپ think she would’ve done to me?”
“Anything’s possible Private. What did آپ two talk about?”
“Nothing much. I told her we were the neighbors and…um…she told me she’s looking for a position in architecture. That’s about it.”
“Well Private…next time don’t go talking to strangers without one of us. Understood?”
“Yeah…understood. But she seemed really nice though.”
“Yeah, your key word is there. ‘Seem’. Remember everything isn’t always as it seems.”
“Yes sir.” Private کہا sitting on the couch. Kowalski sat اگلے to him.
“So what’d she look like?”
“She has brown hair in a bun style…green eyes…and is just shorter than آپ سے طرف کی about four یا five inches. She’s really nice Kowalski. I think we all might become good دوستوں if she plans on staying for a while.”
“Yeah…maybe. Just be careful. آپ never know who some people really are.”
May 18, 2012 1037 hours
“Hey, anything new?” Kowalski asked Skipper as he walked over to him. Skipper was on the سوفی, لٹانا on his laptop.
“Not much, except we seem to be getting a new neighbor. Goes سے طرف کی ‘Elizabeth Shields’. I don’t trust her.”
“Why? آپ haven’t even met her yet.”
“Because…she just moved to Manhattan and the last resident to that apartment moved out yesterday. This morning, here she is.”
“Skipper…you always jump to conclusions. Have آپ ever even heard of this ‘Elizabeth Shields’?”
“No…but…” Skipper went deep in thought.
“But what?”
“It’s just…she just somehow looks familiar…” He had her پروفائل up on the laptop, and was carefully examining her picture.
“You’re just paranoid Skipper.”
“What’s all this then?” Private asked entering the living room.
“Someone’s moving into the vacant apartment اگلے door and Skipper’s paranoid.”
“Oh Skipper’s always paranoid.”
“Hey! I’m right here!”
(Kowalski) “Oh come now Skipper, can’t آپ just give her a chance till آپ get to know her?”
(Private) “Don’t آپ think آپ can be a little too paranoid sometimes Skipper?”
“That’s just what Manfredi and Johnson کہا back in ‘Nam. Who knew آپ could be attacked سے طرف کی Indians in the jungle?”
“Whatever Skipper. But I still think we should give her a chance.” Kowalski کہا turning and going into the kitchen, where Rico was chopping up sushi while practicing his چھری tricks. He tossed one چھری in the air and caught it behind his back while chopping up sushi with his other hand at the same time.
“You know if آپ cut your finger off one of these days don’t come cryin’ to me.” Kowalski told him grabbing a soda from the fridge. Rico gave him a look, then slammed his fist on the side of the cutting board, propelling seven knives into the air. Rico then started juggling them, catching them in front and behind himself, not even looking at his hands. As his finale, he caught six of the knives, three in each hand, and the seventh in his teeth.
“Showoff…” Kowalski muttered leaving the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ sipping the soda.
(Elizabeth’s POV)
I finally arrived at the apartment. I unlocked the door with the key I was دیا at the check-in desk, and brought my suitcases into the large room. I had no idea what was in the suitcases, which worried me. I was told not to open them until I arrived at the apartment. What was worse, I was told someone would be watching me…and I had no idea who یا where he was. I entered a small room and set the suitcases on the bed.
I opened the thinnest one. Inside I found a laptop, some headphones, and my files. In the pocket inside the lid, there was an envelope. I took it and opened it, emptying the contents into my hand. They were pictures. They had the names written on the back. The first one کہا ‘Skipper’. I looked at the اگلے one: ‘Kowalski’. The third: ‘Rico’. And the fourth: ‘Private’. But there was also one more. My دل seemed to stop, my breath catching in my throat…my eyes widening at the sight of my son.
Ryan…he was on the سوفی, لٹانا that I woke up in…but that wasn’t what ticked me off. Hans was sitting اگلے to him, his left arm around him, holding his shoulders. I could see the fear in Ryan’s eyes. Tears welled in my eyes. I looked on the back. It was Ryan’s handwriting. ‘HELP’ was written in capital letters. My hand closed tightly around the photo, balling it up. Anger welled up inside me…like a آتش فشاں about to erupt…no…EXPLODE. If Hans were here right now I don’t know if I’d be able to keep my hands from cutting off his air supply. If it wouldn’t of put Ryan’s life at stake…I would’ve karate chopped his sorry پچھواڑے, گدا halfway to China. If there’s anyone I feel like shoving this dagger into…it’s him. No one touches my son.
I put the تصاویر back into the suitcase and open the case that looks مزید like a duffle bag. Just clothes and an extra pair of shoes. Do I even want to know how he knows what size I wear now? After I put my clothes into drawers, I go out on the terrace for some fresh air. I lean against the railing, putting my face in my hands. I could feel myself on the verge of crying, but I held back. I couldn’t cry here. I had to be strong. If they get the slightest notion that I’m up to something who knows if I’ll ever get the job done. I haven’t even thought about what would happen if they figured me out. I picked my face up and crossed my arms, still leaning against the railing.
What if I fail? What will happen to Ryan? I couldn’t برداشت, ریچھ the thought of losing him. I looked up at the sky. Wherever he is…my only hope is that he’s okay. Unharmed. I felt something then…something I’d never felt before…something deep in my heart. I couldn’t quite describe it. It wasn’t a tight feeling…nor was it a soft یا loose feeling…or empty… I don’t know what I’m feeling right now یا why. All I knew is that whatever I had to do to save my son…I was gonna do it.
I heard something to my left, I turned…and there stood Private in the flesh. He looks a little bit different from his picture…or maybe that’s just me. “Um…I’m sorry to bother you…I’m Private…your neighbor. Is everything alright then? آپ looked kind of deep in thought.” He spoke with a British accent. I haven’t heard an accent like that in eight years. I forced a smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little tired. Long drive here, ya know?” What else was I supposed to say? Hi. I’m Elizabeth Shields. I came all the way here to kill your friend to save my son so I feel a little down. Yeah…that sounds like a good idea.
“Yeah…I’ve had those long drives’ before. So where are آپ from? That is if آپ don’t mind my asking.” He leaned against the railing اگلے to me, looking at me waiting for an answer. I remember the files I looked through on the drive here. “New Jersey. I came looking for work. I just applied at the ڈنر, کھانے downstairs. I figured I could make a few bucks while I’m looking.”
“That’s nice. So what do آپ do?” What is this? Twenty questions? Kids… “I’m an architect.” At least I didn’t have to lie about that. I actually was an architect before…well آپ know.
“Wow! That’s amazing! آپ must get paid an awful lot!”
“Yes, I suppose I do.” I کہا fake smiling. I wasn’t mad at the kid for asking so many questions…he doesn’t know anything about my needing to shove a dagger through his friends’ heart. So it’s not like he knows he’s killing me right now.
“Cool! Well…I don’t want to take up too much of your time. I’d better get back in to my friends. I’ll see آپ around then?” مزید than آپ think if I can get to Kowalski. “Yeah. Sure.” I continued wearing that fake smile till he entered his apartment. I then turned and re-entered mine.
(No one’s POV)
“Hey guys!” Private کہا as he walked happily up to Skipper. “Guess what?”
“I don’t do guessing games.” Skipper کہا nonchalantly.
“Fine. I just met our new neighbor!”
“You did WHAT!?” Skipper exclaimed.
“What? I saw her out on the terrace and went to say hello! There’s nothing wrong with that!”
“Private…you know you’re not supposed to just go talking to complete strangers unsupervised.”
“And what do آپ think she would’ve done to me?”
“Anything’s possible Private. What did آپ two talk about?”
“Nothing much. I told her we were the neighbors and…um…she told me she’s looking for a position in architecture. That’s about it.”
“Well Private…next time don’t go talking to strangers without one of us. Understood?”
“Yeah…understood. But she seemed really nice though.”
“Yeah, your key word is there. ‘Seem’. Remember everything isn’t always as it seems.”
“Yes sir.” Private کہا sitting on the couch. Kowalski sat اگلے to him.
“So what’d she look like?”
“She has brown hair in a bun style…green eyes…and is just shorter than آپ سے طرف کی about four یا five inches. She’s really nice Kowalski. I think we all might become good دوستوں if she plans on staying for a while.”
“Yeah…maybe. Just be careful. آپ never know who some people really are.”
when marlene and skipper woke up they felt like there arm/flipper was ganna fall off.but that wasn't the least of there problems for ringtail was playing muisc that could droun out a valcano.marlene and skipper desided to deal with ringtail themselves.they went to ringtail's place and said"TURN OFF THAT MUISC RINGTAIL.some of us are trying to sleep".then(for people heres were the werid things happen)out of marlene's and skipper's paw/flipper came a keyblade.marlene and skipper looked at there keyblades then etach other and said"wow how did..?" then they know what happend last night.kawalski came and said"hey guy how are.."kawalski saw the keyblades then he looked at the new keybladers(skipper and marlene)and said"oh my gosh آپ two have keyblades." then he fanted.skipper:well this is odd.marlene:your telling me.ringtail:wo wo wo yous 2 have keybaldes and the roril me does not give me those.ringtail grabed the 2 keyblades but they soon came back to there owners.
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END OF PART 2